After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Elaine decided to purge the house of her belongings, boxing up anything that was truly hers.

As she sorted through her possessions, she realized just how much of her life had revolved around Alistair.

The silver button from his Yale blazer she'd secretly saved. The leather-bound journal he'd bought for her birthday. A whole album of photographs she'd taken of him when he wasn't looking.

She opened the album, her fingers tracing the images.

The first photo showed him as a college sophomore, captured mid-jump shot during the basketball game. She's behalf on school photography team, this particular shot-the one that perfectly captured his intensity and grace,so she'd kept for herself.

The remaining pages contained stolen moments, Alistair asleep, Alistair accepting his MBA with that confident half-smile. And even... Alistair with Sophia, laughing by the fountain outside the Morgan Library.

How pathetically devoted must she have been to treasure even photos of him loving someone else?

Elaine closed the album with a decisive snap and buried it at the bottom of box before continuing her inventory.

During their three years of marriage, Alistair had given her countless gifts-all expensive jewelry in the same predictable style.

Expensive,exquisite and emotionless, all purchased by his assistant. She'd kept them pristine in their blue boxes.

Now she wouldn't need them anymore.

When she finished sorting, all that remained of her presence in the house were the furnishings.

in, she'd been waiting, hoping for Alistair to finally let

with just a few cold sentences, he'd made it

life, hoping he'd grow accustomed to her presence, perhaps

delusion that

the change as soon as he

you get rid of things? Why does everything look so

with nonchalance. "Everything was outdated, and since you've brought someone new into the house,

Alistair

right—it has been a while. Vivian's pregnant, we'll need

the interior designers come

lowered

In just 24 hours, the house was transformed

every trace of her existence was systematically erased, and strangely, she felt a creeping

evidence she had ever lived

one who belongs here now. Give it a few weeks and you'll be nothing but that woman Alistair used to be married

behind her, Elaine turned to find Vivian leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her baby bump, wearing the

surged through her, Elaine

no idea she resembled Sophia in Alistair's twisted fantasy. That the only reason he'd let her keep the baby was to have a mini-Sophia running around the house. That

almost felt

Whatever.

but Vivian

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